Mother

My mother never read to me.
She was too busy working 3 time-part jobs
to keep her 3 full-time kids
from eating each others toes.

My mother came home at 2 am
some would presume she wasn’t ‘there’
I would say she never left.

My mother left alone
with the weight of three stones,
she went so far away
she never guessed what she’d felt.

My mother flied from south to north
east to west creating every note
of the breathing song
that made me feel at home.

My mother made homes
out of tiny pieces of coal
she traveled the world
without any doubt on the surface.

My mother isn’t the greatest
because that would be contemptuous
she is a genius
of living tests.

My mother does not need to be named
in the expressing of my soul
because she’s always there
guiding my every step.

My mother never read to me.
My mother created poetry,
And presented it to me
so I could just open my eyes
and feel it deeper inside
In that secret little place
where any 2$ children book
could ever expect to look.

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Sandmarks of a foreign time

It was the most beautiful and innocent thing I’ve ever seen.
As we arrived into the beach
She took her shoes off
And started running towards the sea
Like a little child
Who waited too long
for something fun.
I looked at her
From the distance I could feel her energy
Blossing, melting the sand beneath
I tried to do the same
Follow her lead,
sink my feet
But I was paralyzed
I couldn’t run
I coudn’t fight
She flied,
I shrank,
I’ve just realized
I was in love for the first time
In my whole human life.
That night
Her head against my chest
My heart
Started to shamefully cry
It was all too beautiful
And if one thing I’ve learnt
From the time my father left
Was that beauty never stays
It comes and goes with the morning shades.
That night I couldn’t even make love to her
It was all too good
We couldn’t fight
Even if we wanted it hard.
Her steps in the sand
Follow me every night
At 3am I am still yours
At 8am I am nothing but wrongs
Her enthusiasm took me to my childhood,
I wrote words about her never understood,
Poetry found me
And now you’re gone
But she won’t go,
Says there’s still art in me.
My dark side was too much
I used the last match,
It’s time for us
We payed our part.

Nevertheless,
I’ll always smile
Knowing that somewhere
In some foreign land
There’s still sandmarks
Made of the shape of her feet.

Polite Plea

Come and be human with me

eat nothing that means us both leaving the house

sit on the floor in strange places

and sleep in familiar beds

 

I will make art, not for, but about you

speak truths while you’re sleeping and wake you with hands

we will dive deeply into one another

and stay out of our own weary heads

 

We will argue in glorious fireworks

I will throw words, you will break my guitar

remind ourselves that it’s something worth burning

and be all the better for making up

 

Come and eat cereal late at night

in silence, undressed on the kitchen floor

be far too tired for tomorrow’s long stroll

in love, just enough for the waking up

 

come in your own time, and human be

 

yours politely,

lonely me

K. Henson

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Seamos humanos

Quiero volver a escribir en castellano,
Quiero sentirme humano.
Quiero volver a escribir,
Quiero que veas la parte de ti
Que aún reside en mi.
Quiero volver a sentir
Las tulipas de tu jardín,
Quiero ver, sentir y ser
Aquél que calma tu sed.
Ese whisky barato
Que tanto extraño
Las noches que de mi lado
Tus brazos se desenredaron.
Cómo le digo ahora
A ella que no me añora,
Cómo le informo que mis versos
Se divierten a disfrazarse de sus besos.
Cómo extraño el sentimiento
De escribir borracho de conocimiento
Editar mis textos sin drogas a mi vera
Sólo vino tinto y la cálida figura de ella
Acostada sobre la cama blanca
Sin sentir ni dolor ni calma
Solo amor y dulces palabras
Que su alma inspiraban.
Quiero volver a escribir
Quiero poder describir,
Lo mucho que me hacés sentir
Malo, bueno, temeroso sin fin
La certeza se mezcla a la cerveza
Tu espuma ahoga mi tristeza.
Sus besos empapados de inocencia
La valentía de su torpe andar
Me desquicia la cabeza saber que no estás
Me ahogo entre las mareas de la paciencia,
Necesito algo más fuerte
Que las rimas de esta gente
Quizás quién te encuentre
Hallará mi alma aún en tu vientre.
Mientras espero por favor ignora
Que estos versos están hechos de humo,
Humo de mi hierba soñadora
Que a tu recuerdo yo disimulo.
Quiero volver a escribir en castellano,
Ven; seamos humanos.

Epilog

I’m finally honest with myself
Now I’ve got to be honest to you
Truth is I still love you,
It won’t change, no matter the men
The sex, the time, the place
It’s bigger than me and I need you
To know what it’s like in here.
As the day is ending,
Even the day of my wedding,
You’ll probably cross my mind
And that’s all right.
You’re my love and I accept that
I won’t let you down
Even if I tried,
I’ll always be around
For when you cry at night,
I’ll make songs and sell them
As my true creation
But it’d just be a reflection
Of the void I live in since you left.
This is all true
Don’t let my mask hurt you,
Cause I couldn’t live knowing
That I damaged your blooming.
You’re going to be alright
Just go ahead and try out,
You are worth every action
Don’t let them take your passion.
I hope you’re not sad girl
Don’t be a bad girl,
You’ll grow to see
Everything it’s meant to be.
All these lines I cannot change
All this poetry is not in vain,
If you’re listening please refrain
From misleading my love as hate
But honestly I took every hit I can.
You don’t need me no more
And that’s not wrong,
I am proud of who you are
No matter how far I go.
The mornings are hard
The night’s are not fine,
I’m dying from an illness
And my time is burning out.
So I need to move on,
Even if I can’t say goodbye,
Cause I’m feeling so low
I can’t hear the sound of my guitar.
I wished it was easier than this
But true love never is.
I could keep hiding behind
But there’s no place left in my mind,
You overloaded it with your cacao eyes.
This is my epilogue
And it is with love
That I want to let you go
Before I kill our past hopes.
We’re living in a wild world child
And I’m not man enough to carry your hand,
I always walked on the wild side
Of the sidewalk of your sunshine.
They say love is to keep that person near
I think we should let our lovers be free,
Love them like we love cats
Without forcing their hand
Being there from time to time.
Sweetheart do not mistake
My verses to be a regret
I am the happiest
When I think of your sweet face,
Your intensive hips
And your sugar lips
Repeatedly biting my neck
As we melted during sex.
Live long sweet love
Take care of your soul,
Do not let Men tell you wrong
You are everything humanity could hope.